Magic Mirror and Hair Tales

This poem is a fun exploration of the magic in our hair and how it mirrors the moods and transformations we go through. Each day, a new persona!

Before I let the world see me,

My magic mirror runs the show.

Every strand tells a story—
Every twist is a mood to throw!

Sometimes, honey, I'm Medusa,

Serpent tresses full of sass.

Cross me wrong, and with one glare,
I'll serve you that stone-cold pass.

Other times, I’m sweet like Bubbles,

Ponytails bouncing, full of cheer.

Check the mirror—smile approved!
World, I’m coming, loud and clear.

Experiment? You bet I do—

Bangs like every Disney star.

Cue the sitcom, roll the laugh track,
I'm the main event by far!

Jasmine vibes? Volume rocking,

Locks that shine and sashay.

A dance of midnight silk and gold,
Turn heads, then float away.

Or maybe I’m Ariel, lost in songs,

Dinglehopper through my hair.

Dancing waves and mermaid dreams—
A carefree magic in the air.

Ursula phase? I own the room,

Cruella’s edge is fierce and bold.

Or Yzma in a stylish turban—
Darling, this look never gets old!

Some mornings, Anna with bed hair,

Messy, wild, still full of grace.

Or dramatic like Elsa’s braid—
One flick, and I freeze the place.

So here’s to the styles we rock alone,

In front of mirrors, no eyes to please.

Every lock, a different story—
Womanhood’s magic, bold and free!

What’s your go-to hair look when you want to feel unstoppable? Do your locks reflect your inner magic too?

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Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Until Noon

I can feel the distance, But my body craves you. I am howling at the moon, Hoping you love me until noon. It’s winter, and everyone is covering up, But I will drop every single layer for you. Will you make the bedpost creak? Like the way we break our Duolingo streak? Or will you be my Count, And leave your marks on my neck? Will you drink away my life force, Or give me your immortal kiss? Who would care about saving it for daylight? We are creatures of this starry night. Will you save me with your sword, Be my Guinevere’s Sir Lancelot ? These boys keep talking about getting high at the pub. Would you do me the honour of the Mile High Club? Will you track my curves like an F1 circuit? Or be like kids fighting over the gully cricket? Come get me, while the night is still young, And we erase the distance with our tongues.

Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

Cruising Alone

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